I remember how sixteen years ago we began a new millennium with the excitement of some huge cosmic clock striking another major milestone of time. All the while I never considered that the measure of time in minutes, hours and days is a human invention dreamed up by old men who watched the sky a long time ago. I never considered that each of them experienced time in their own way and a minute passing meant something different to each of them.
I live in my own experience of time, something only realized in the past century. Time is relative. Even within my own lifetime, my experience of time has shifted. As I talk with friends, I am usually inattentive to our living in our own individual time zones. Yet we seem to make it work.